SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 91
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 5, 2024 19:04:06 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Mar 23, 2024 22:15:18 GMT
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Sadie sent the dark curls she’d spent hours getting looking spectacular tumbling. The Uber driver didn’t look impressed, but considering the ride had only been five minutes long he probably hadn’t time to notice how fucking good they looked. Alright, maybe he was a little pissed that it had been such a short ride too, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t adding a ten dollar tip on top of the eight buck fare. She got a grunt in return, the engine already started again before she’d even taken a step back. ”You have an amazing night too, sir,” she called after him, waving at the back end of the disappearing car. If she was exceptionally lucky someone else would pick her up later.
A glance down the street in the direction of the alley had a shudder running down her spine. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a good reason not to walk down here like she would’ve usually done. The world was wide and obviously Nikolai wasn’t au fait with the idea that there were warlocks out there, snapping rabid coyote necks like they were snapping their fingers. Click. Snap. Look at me being all heroic. Alright, maybe it had seemed pretty fucking bad ass when she’d really started thinking about it, but for days it had been mind blowing.
Sadie joined the end of the queue outside the club – thankfully short given how early it was in the evening (she wasn’t even gonna consider trailing out of here at closing time – studying her manicure in the dim light that spilled out of the club. That’d been another hour of pampering this afternoon. Matching deep purple was hidden by the black knee high boots she’d put on. It wasn’t like she walking home tonight so she’d gone for the spike heels. This was a celebration of sorts, she was gonna go all out.
Three short stories. The first had gone to her editor after just a single quick edit. Shock had given way to interest, the questions she’d peppered Darcey with carrying on for more than a week after. By now he was probably cursing every time he saw her name pop up on her phone. They’d slowed down as she’d gone into writing mode, although every now and then she’d head down the rabbit hole of some train of thought and another text would be winging its way to him. The first two had been expansions of the world she’d already been creating centred around a Reid like family in her post-apocalyptic world. The third, well, that one definitely wasn’t going to Darcey for a fact check after. People who read that sort of thing were bothered about factual accuracy, or even romantasy conventions in writing. It was all about the spice rating and that she usually had no trouble with researching.
As the bouncer waved her in, Sadie was already piecing together a follow-up in her head. By the end of her night she’d probably have an outline in her head for a longer piece and it’d be another week holed up in her apartment, fingers flying over the keyboard as her curls slowly sagged and her brain emptied itself into the laptop. She usually split her year flipping back and forth between work for her two publishers, but this year was going to be the most hectic she’d had in a while. She had Darcey and this crazy town to thank for that. Who knew that Mystic Falls had so much going on under the surface.
Blue eyes swept over the crowd, skittering over a few familiar faces, lingering on others like she’d somehow be able to feel something weird wafting off of them. She needed a drink. Something to slow down the donuts her thoughts were doing in her brain. A drink, a few hours dancing, a do over on the night things had gone fucking crazy.
Worming her way up to the bar, Sadie squeezed onto a free stool. A couple of drinks was gonna be her limit tonight, not enough that she could possibly stumble into trouble getting home later. ”Hey,” she called to the bartender as one seemed to work their way down the bar in her direction. Not the big guy with the long hair who was usually here. Dark hair, a smaller build. ”You’re shitting me. You work here now?”{/b] she snorted. Picking up one of the menus even though she didn’t need it, Sadie used the laminated rectangle to gesture him closer. ”You got any cocktails that scream lying shitbag?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him like she could tell him she knew the truth through telepathy alone (that still seemed to be on the made up bullshit menu at least).
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 112
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen May 3, 2024 20:33:53 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Apr 9, 2024 19:05:40 GMT
The excitement of working at the club soon wore off for Tobi. It only took a few weeks until he realised he wanted to be on the other side of the bar. Partying and drinking. Knocking back enough shots to have his head swirling. Instead he was the one serving the shots, although every now and then he’d knock one back especially if he was serving a hottie. He’d offer to have a drink with them then slide his number across the bar written on a napkin. He had about twelve napkins in his pocket at the start of the night with his digits written across them. He was down to his last three. No one had yet to slide his number back in his direction, which was a win. The main thing was kind of off putting about working in the bar though was having to cross paths with Lawrence every now and then. Tobi had done the mature thing by taking Lawrence aside and explained him and Penny were purely casual. He had no intention of skipping off into the sunset with anyone. Tobi just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. Maybe he never would be either. One day he’d be some wrinkly old man driving home from another quick hook up. It wasn’t fair for him to drag someone else into his life right now. Everything was up in the air and there was no sign of things settling. He’d only just started to actually process being dead for so long for Kai to suddenly turn. It threw Tobi off. Obviously he didn’t tell anyone about those internal troubles. Just swallowed everything and pushed on with life. He was a therapist's wet dream sometimes. An inaudible sigh left his mouth as his eyes scanned over the line of customers waiting to get served. At least he couldn’t really hear the customers if they yelled at him for getting served quick enough. Not like the Coffee Bean where customers would lose their mind if their flat white wasn’t served within two seconds and Tobi would have to listen to them complain. They were well within their right to complain though. Tobi was slow as fuck when he was serving coffees. He’d picked up the pace a fraction since coming to the club. He wasn’t about to break a sweat though. He bounced from customer to customer at the bar, getting most of the orders right. He’d constantly be telling people to slow down. His brain could only process two drinks at a time. He heard another customer beckon him. He was ready to tell them to wait their turn until he recognised the woman. He broke into a wide grin as he approached her, “Hey parking lot girl! Yeah, I got a job here a few months ago. Can I get you a drink?” The menu was already waving in his face. He leaned a little closer to her as she gave him her order. “Woah. Are you calling me a lying shitbag? What’ve I done now?” It took a few seconds after that until he remembered the last time he saw Sadie was outside the club where he snapped some animal's neck using magic. But it can’t have been that, surely? SADIE VALENCIA
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 91
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 5, 2024 19:04:06 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Apr 20, 2024 18:19:21 GMT
How the fuck had Spiderman gotten over finding out he had special powers so easily? It always seemed like they did on TV. A few minutes of astonishment, a montage of them figuring out their shit, and suddenly all of that crazy shit was their new normal. You never saw them nearly jumping out of their skin at every shadow, or snatching their drapes closed tightly at night to block out the things that might be happening out there in the dark. They went straight from shock to pure excitement. Maybe there’d been a flicker of it as she’d stared at the flower that had sprung to life out of nowhere in Darcey’s palm, but by the next morning the doubts had all slid back in, dark and greasy in the pit of her stomach.
Was the guy who’d dropped off her door dash order yesterday a warlock? Did he go home at night to strap on his black coat and set the cauldron in his bedroom to bubbling to brew up some sort of love spell? Probably not, given what Darcey had told her about the magical world, but it didn’t mean it was as rare as just his family and PLG being able to pull off this sort of stuff in Mystic Falls. There was so much more than she’d ever expected out there and it was time she actually learned about it instead of just writing pretty damn accurate stuff about it blind. Was she brave enough to go digging on her own yet? After the run in with the coyote, no fucking way, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t inch into it, starting with the sort of night out she wouldn’t have thought twice about before the scrawny Englishman had appeared at her side at this very bar to save her perfectly capable ass.
Maybe that was what had stung so much about what had happened that night initially. She was a strong woman, perfectly capable of handling trouble on her own, but in the face of a rabid coyote? Looking at PLG through narrowed eyes as he grinned at her, it wasn’t obvious that he could handle it anymore than she had. The same could’ve been said of Darcey though. Beneath his shirt there was plenty of ropey muscle, surprisingly solid ropey muscle once it was wrapped around you and you had your head laid against it, but on the surface he was all pale skin and cute freckles. Neither one of them was any more movie star bad ass than her.
”Sadie,” she shot back. ”It’s probably time we made introductions.” You know, since she was aware of exactly what he was now. Calling him Parking Lot Guy when she’d told Darcey the story had made it feel like she really didn’t know a damn thing about the guy. Honestly, that wasn’t that far from the truth.
Him working here a few months would’ve put his arrival squarely in that period of her sulking at home over what had happened with Darcey. Did it mean he’d been working that night he’d run into her out in the street? Had she been too shit faced to notice him there? Her eyes were bright little slits by the time he leaned in to take her order, her lips curving into a satisfied grin as he blustered over what she’d said. ”If the shoe fits,” Sadie sniped. ”It hit an invisible wall huh? Cause those are real.” They apparently were when you used a spell to summon one up between you and the animal that was about to tear your throat out.
Puffing out a breath, Sadie set the menu down and slid it towards him. As though she was suddenly developing some discretion, she rested her forearms on the edge of the bar and leaned towards him. ”I’ll take a Witch’s Brew. I doubt it’s on the menu, but I figure you of all people would know how to make one of those, right?” Too subtle for him to figure it out? Nah. He might be a little brain fried at times, but Parking Lot Guy wasn’t an idiot. He’d saved her ass from a wicked fast, murdery creature after all.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 112
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen May 3, 2024 20:33:53 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Apr 28, 2024 19:33:28 GMT
Using the bar to pick up men or women was probably frowned upon by management, but he needed some kind of reward for pouring shots all night. Tobi didn’t want to push the boundaries too much though as the pay was pretty decent. He was getting double the pay he got in the coffee shop for shorter hours. Course, he could have been getting even more pay if he went to college and got some fancy degree, but Tobi dipped out of school at the earliest point. He didn’t possess the ambition his siblings did. While some of them were pushing themselves to go further in life Tobi was content with where he was. Smoking in his bedroom and listening to music. Then there was his side hustle too with Manny. That was bumping up his monthly earnings. He hadn’t gone as far as trying to push the product in the club, but he spotted Remzi out there doing so. A firm handshake before Remzi slipped the money into his pocket. He was sly about it, going completely undetected by the bouncers. If Manny had some monthly sales chart Remzi would certainly be the top seller. Tobi would be firmly at the bottom. He just had yet to find his own clients. He needed to just bite the bullet and start making connections in the club. Tobi preferred to call her the girl from the parking lot, but Sadie would also do. “Tobi.” He said with a smile on his face, a hand resting lightly on his chest as he puffed out proudly. It was difficult to read people in the club because of the dim lighting and music. Tobi didn’t have the sensitive hearing that could pick up a comment made under someone's breath, not that he wanted to. He frowned again at Sadie’s comment. How much had she had to drink? Not that he was going to be the one to cut her off. Someone else could do that. She leaned forward a fraction though and Tobi craned his head to listen to her. Again, she was talking in fucking riddles. It wasn’t like Tobi was dumb, he just rarely engaged at 100%. It was usually running at 40% until he needed to switch things up at a gear. There was just no point until that moment. But he processed what Sadie was saying, analysing her words. She didn’t seem completely wasted, so she was obviously trying to make a point with him, which was weird because they’d only met twice. First in the parking lot, then outside the club. But then the other shoe dropped. He slowly walked from behind the bar, joining Saide on her side. Saved them yelling over the counter. “Why don’t you just spit it out? You think I’m a witch or something?” It was tempting to stand there and gaslight Sadie into believing she was wrong, but Tobi wasn’t an asshole. “So, what’re you gonna do? Have them burn me in the town square tonight? I’m happy to meet you guys there after I finish work… just promise me you’ll douse me in enough petrol.” He hauled himself up onto the chair next to Saide, “So, who told you I’m a warlock?” He assumed Sadie didn’t go home and figure everything out on her own. Someone confirmed what she witnessed that evening with Tobi did actually happen. Someone must have told her magic existed. SADIE VALENCIA
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